05-07-2020, 08:16 PM
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— it took a lot of effort. hell, to most it was probably the most they had ever seen frederick stirling work before. sometimes he seemed to mostly coast through life, doing most tasks nonchalantly, or because there was something in it for him. this bar, though, was strictly for himself. perhaps that was why he found so much reward in getting him set up; it was one of the most selfish things he’d done, one of the few things he went and did for himself. not that he was selfless - he could be quite the opposite - but this one had no real signs of deceit in it. it was something where he could purely reap the benefits.
he stood cleaning the bar as others either filtered in to look at the grand place, or put in finishing touches. from his spot behind the bar, he turned his gaze over towards the nearest person. “hey,” he started, holding a finger up. “stay right there,” he insisted as he grabbed a bottle of beer. with a confident flair about him, he opened the bottle before sliding it down the bar.
and hey, for a first try it was pretty decent. of course, it seemed to topple unsteadily, not even reaching the other person. pursing his lips shortly, he hummed dissatisfied. “we’ll get better at it, yeah?” he reasoned, flashing the person a grin before picking up the rag again. god, he was already loving this place.
"if i had it my way," he voiced aloud, gesturing towards an empty space. "i'd get a damn pool table in this place. though how the hell am i supposed to get a pool table up a mountain?" all mindless rambles at this point, yet it seemed fairly evident the man was a bit fond of this place.
// bar is open y'aallll aye
it's a shit post but i'm trying ASDF
— it took a lot of effort. hell, to most it was probably the most they had ever seen frederick stirling work before. sometimes he seemed to mostly coast through life, doing most tasks nonchalantly, or because there was something in it for him. this bar, though, was strictly for himself. perhaps that was why he found so much reward in getting him set up; it was one of the most selfish things he’d done, one of the few things he went and did for himself. not that he was selfless - he could be quite the opposite - but this one had no real signs of deceit in it. it was something where he could purely reap the benefits.
he stood cleaning the bar as others either filtered in to look at the grand place, or put in finishing touches. from his spot behind the bar, he turned his gaze over towards the nearest person. “hey,” he started, holding a finger up. “stay right there,” he insisted as he grabbed a bottle of beer. with a confident flair about him, he opened the bottle before sliding it down the bar.
and hey, for a first try it was pretty decent. of course, it seemed to topple unsteadily, not even reaching the other person. pursing his lips shortly, he hummed dissatisfied. “we’ll get better at it, yeah?” he reasoned, flashing the person a grin before picking up the rag again. god, he was already loving this place.
"if i had it my way," he voiced aloud, gesturing towards an empty space. "i'd get a damn pool table in this place. though how the hell am i supposed to get a pool table up a mountain?" all mindless rambles at this point, yet it seemed fairly evident the man was a bit fond of this place.
// bar is open y'aallll aye
it's a shit post but i'm trying ASDF
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[size=10pt]*･ﾟ[abbr=24 years old, male, flintlock]✦[/abbr] COME ON AND BARE YOUR TEETH
[size=10pt]*･ﾟ[abbr=24 years old, male, flintlock]✦[/abbr] COME ON AND BARE YOUR TEETH